The church bell rang. Gina let out a deep sigh and looked up to see Carl and Fredrick speaking to Reverend Edward. Reverend sighed and left through the right wing of the church. She turned around. Ricardo was standing near the door, with two of his bodyguards. Joel held her hand.
They rose. Alfred was standing behind Ricardo. Carl and Fredrick joined him. Gina walked towards the coffin, where Simon lay, fast asleep. She touched the red rose in her hand, to his. She tried in vain, to hold back her tears. The bullet had hit his throat; the bullet that was meant for her.
She stood there for a moment, took a deep breath and turned around. She saw his mother. She was still in shock.
She began to walk towards the door. Carl closed it without a sound. Fredrick and Alfred opened the bottles. One bodyguard spun around, when the contents of the bottle mixed with the air, but Alfred was too quick for him. Within moments Fredrick and Alfred had dealt with the bodyguards. They lay unconscious on the floor. Ricardo stood petrified, as he stared at death come to him. Gina held on to the book of four hundred and seventeen rose petals, as she pulled the trigger.
Simon paid the price for opposing his father.
Gina paid the price for loving a gangster’s son.
Ricardo paid the price for challenging their love.
THE END.
5 comments:
hmmm...wonderful twist in da tale...its so sad how it ends ...kinda like romeo n juliet but with a meow twist... :)
Simon paid the price for opposing his father.
Gina paid the price for loving a gangster’s son.
Ricardo paid the price for challenging their love.
There is a price to everything...and at some point we must all pay.
..a simple theme, very well carved in to a short but gripping story !!
"vary empressive" - Borat might have said ! :)
we all pay fr our sins-and that freaks me out!
..m glad that gangster got shot!..
Why are most of your work so depressing?
You got great potential as a writer; so why just these?
A Gripping story but 'depressing'
Believe in the goodness of life.
Believe & hope for a better tomorrow.
& as its rightly put;
If the (apparant) ends not happy,
picture abhi baaki hain mere dost!
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